The Key to Life

What is the key to life? I believe every human has an idea of what this could mean. Depending on where you were born, to whom you were born unto, and most definitely in what Era you were born in, would sum up at least the top five things for you. Which would mean those ideas we're basically made for you. Not too sure about you, but I like to make up my own mind from time to time. I think that in certain countries, the idea of having food to eat everyday would be right at the top of the list. These are the kind of places that most only pull up on their Google pages, or for a deeper look within, a You Tube video from time to time. A way to feel a bit more calm when upset about their own misfortunes. I have seen walls made of mud and clay, where pieces of hay used to help bond these materials together would scratch you if you got too close. No doors separating each room from the next. I have seen the wonder in the eyes of a mother able to feed her children after giving her a few pieces of bread. I have seen famine. The helpessness in the body of a mother that watches her baby die. The key to life is not to outlive each other. To some that might mean to obtain more earthly medals and trophies, such as cars, houses, jewelry, women, men, or unless you are an athlete, then medals and trophies are really your thing. It also means that it doesn't matter if you live longer than others. There is no one left that knew you, or that you really knew if you live to be a hundred and forty. Seems like there is a steady race on Earth to obtain anything and everything at a more abundant pace than our fellow man. And as the old saying expresses, we can't take anything with us when we go. Unless you're King Tutanham, and then your flesh will turn to bone around possessions that will someday be studied by evolved human beings. Unless by chance we all wind up killing ourselves to win this made up competition, the illusive trophy, which at that point maybe another species will somehow benefit from what used to be your belongings. Who knows, maybe all of our bones will be used to build a monument of sorts by a brand new species. Somewhat of their own trophy. A way to say that there are no more humans here! I purposely went to a dark description of what is possible. I did it because I think that as educated human beings we can do the impossible. We can learn to love the people we love, now! To not let the years get away from us before we say we're sorry, or that we love someone. Or thank those for the friendships that were offered and never accepted. Using our ability to lend a hand outside of our own feeding grounds to one that is a little more bare. We are nothing more than a creation. A scientifically, universal, molecular combination of beauty and wonder. Our ability to dream and create is what separates us from lions and tigers. But because we were created, we must use our blessings to make this the best place for our future selves to live and prosper the way we have. It can't and never will be, by winning a race with an invisible finish line!

The End is Coming Soon